Stonework is published by Houghton College, a Christian liberal arts college located in New York’s rural Genesee Valley. Stonework seeks a diverse mix of mature and emerging voices in fellowship with the evangelical tradition. Published twice a year, the journal reflects the arts community at Houghton College where excellence in music, writing, and the visual arts has long been a distinctive.

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  • Issue 6
    Poetry by Paul Willis and Thom Satterlee. Fiction and interview with Lori Huth. Essay by James Wardwell, and student poets from Christian campuses.
  • Issue 5
    Poetry by Susanna Childress and Debra Rienstra. Fiction excerpt by Emilie Griffin. Art from Houghton's 2007 presidential inauguration and a forum on women writing.
  • Issue 4
    Matthew Roth--new poems. Diane Glancy--from One of Us and an interview. John Tatter-on gardens and poetry. The Landscapes of John Rhett. Stephen Woolsey--on the poetry of Jack Clemo. James Wardwell--on Herrick.
  • Issue 3
    Poetry by Julia Kasdorf, Robert Siegel and Sandra Duguid. Fiction by Tom Noyes. The portraits of Alieen Ortlip Shea. An anthology of Australian Poets
  • Issue 2
    Thom Satterlee - Poems from Burning Wycliff with an appreciation by David Perkins. Alison Gresik - new fiction and an interview. James Zoller - Poems from Living on the Floodplain.
  • Issue 1
    Luci Shaw — new poems with an appreciation by Eugene H. Peterson & Hugh Cook — new fiction and an interview

Monday, May 08, 2006

Words for His Widow

James Zoller

Now the house
is empty –
friends gone back
to other places;
family, children,
resuming their lives.

Quiet settles
like dust.

the house
must be cleaned
– a tidy gesture
after the chaos
of condolences.

And tomorrow?

Tomorrow, perhaps,
pausing as you
climb the stairs,
my picture
as you go,

you will sense
how long
I have been away
– how young
I am becoming – how we
were happy.

Take that happiness
with you
as you finish

feeling too small

to fill
this house,
every sound
your own sound.

Would you have lived
had you known?
Would I?
Would it have
made this moment

On the landing
you open
the window
to unsettle the quiet.

The wild voices of water
rush in.

It is spring.
Last night’s untimely snow
is melting,
running from the roof
running from the roofs
of all the houses
along the street.
Laughing, singing
it runs down
hill – water,
water everywhere
for the sea.
The river has blundered
over its banks,

churning, shouting!
you know the sound –

the furious
loud river of grief.


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